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We
had
luncheon
in
the
dining-room
,
darkened
too
against
the
heat
,
and
drank
down
nervous
gayety
with
the
cold
ale
.
"
What
'll
we
do
with
ourselves
this
afternoon
?
"
cried
Daisy
,
"
and
the
day
after
that
,
and
the
next
thirty
years
?
"
"
Do
n't
be
morbid
,
"
Jordan
said
.
"
Life
starts
all
over
again
when
it
gets
crisp
in
the
fall
.
"
"
But
it
's
so
hot
,
"
insisted
Daisy
,
on
the
verge
of
tears
,
"
and
everything
's
so
confused
.
Let
's
all
go
to
town
!
"
Her
voice
struggled
on
through
the
heat
,
beating
against
it
,
molding
its
senselessness
into
forms
.
"
I
've
heard
of
making
a
garage
out
of
a
stable
,
"
Tom
was
saying
to
Gatsby
,
"
but
I
'm
the
first
man
who
ever
made
a
stable
out
of
a
garage
.
"
"
Who
wants
to
go
to
town
?
"
demanded
Daisy
insistently
.
Gatsby
's
eyes
floated
toward
her
.
"
Ah
,
"
she
cried
,
"
you
look
so
cool
.
"
Their
eyes
met
,
and
they
stared
together
at
each
other
,
alone
in
space
.
With
an
effort
she
glanced
down
at
the
table
.
"
You
always
look
so
cool
,
"
she
repeated
.
She
had
told
him
that
she
loved
him
,
and
Tom
Buchanan
saw
.
He
was
astounded
.
His
mouth
opened
a
little
,
and
he
looked
at
Gatsby
,
and
then
back
at
Daisy
as
if
he
had
just
recognized
her
as
some
one
he
knew
a
long
time
ago
.
